When I was 15,
I stole 40 bucks out of your wallet,
Eileen.
I was sitting in the backseat of your mom's SUV.
I don't want to think about the things I got away with.
I don't want to think about the stuff I did to you.
People like you.
You were giving me and someone else a ride over an unmarching band.
And I knew someone who knew somebody else to sell me.
I don't want to think about the things I got away with.
I don't want to know what you'd think if it was true.
Like I do.
I can't say it enough times to get it all out of my mind.
Mind.
Mind.
I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
I'm sorry.
